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If you’re going to San Francisco / Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair / If you’re going to San Francisco / You’re gonna meet some gentle people there

Crimson flames tied through my ears / Rollin’ high and mighty traps / Pounced with fire on flaming roads / Using ideas as my maps

Eu me cansei de viver na superfície do viver / De interpretar minha vida como um cientista / Ou como alguém que possui todas as respostas / Reduzindo a existência humana a teorias

There’s a blackbird perched outside my window / I hear him calling / I hear him sing / He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers

I asked my father, / I said, “Father change my name.” / The one I’m using now it’s covered up / with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.

And this is the house where I / I feel alone / Feel alone now / And this is the house where I

Je voudrais du soleil vert, des dentelles et des théières / Des photos de bord de mer dans mon jardin d’hiver / Je voudrais de la lumière comme en Nouvelle-Angleterre / Je veux changer d’atmosphère dans mon jardin d’hiver

I’ve seen love go by my door / It’s never been this close before / Never been so easy or so slow / Been shootin’ in the dark too long

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat / And those loving English feet they walked all over us / And every single night when me da’ come home tight / He’d invite the neighbors out with this chorus

When my body won’t hold me anymore / And it finally lets me free / Will I be ready? / When my feet won’t walk another mile